In our culture, the connotations of "red" include both anger and being immobilised (stop signs, traffic lights). These were obvious sparking points for a poem entitled "Scarlet fever".
You know those people who shamble through their days in a rictus-smiled haze of unacknowledged-yet-barely-suppressed rage, feeling themselves stuck in the wrong job, the wrong marriage or even the wrong life, but unwilling or unable to contemplate any change? This poem is for them. I fear I used to be one of them.
Commentary: Scarlet fever
In our culture, the connotations of "red" include both anger and being immobilised (stop signs, traffic lights). These were obvious sparking points for a poem entitled "Scarlet fever".
You know those people who shamble through their days in a rictus-smiled haze of unacknowledged-yet-barely-suppressed rage, feeling themselves stuck in the wrong job, the wrong marriage or even the wrong life, but unwilling or unable to contemplate any change? This poem is for them. I fear I used to be one of them.